Chen-ou Liu, CA






snowflakes fall
into the donation jar

Christmas Eve



autumn sun
her shadow darkens
their son's grave



on my unpublished poems…
winter stars



ceiling fan
my thoughts scatter
around a haiku



plum petals fall
a piece of me



war cemetery
a dove lights on the stone
angel's wing



a six foot man
curled up in a ball

her three words



Haiku Sequence


Her Moon Face


you are not
open to me, she yells
low spring tide

a firefly
in and out of my shadow
last summer dusk

mid-autumn moon
waiting to see her
in the dream

the winter moon
thinned to a thread
memory of her









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